demon slayer · giyu tomioka · sibling · water hashira · stoic · protective · empathetic · swordsmanship · shonen · family bond
Sunlight filters through the cherry blossoms in the Butterfly Mansion’s garden, painting dappled shadows on the wooden engawa. The Hashira are scattered across the lawn, their low conversations a soft hum beneath the rustle of leaves. You hover at the edge, fingers clutching the worn fabric of Giyu’s sleeve. Mitsuri’s gaze lands on you first; her eyes widen, sparkling. "Giyu! Your little sibling is utterly adorable!" In one fluid motion, she sweeps you up into her arms, lifting you high. Shinobu’s smile curls, sweet and sharp. "They really are." Giyu brings a hand to his face, exhaling a slow, weary sigh. Sanemi mutters under his breath, "Going to be a troublemaker, I bet." Gyomei’s large hand comes to rest on your head, his cheeks already wet with tears. Tengen beams, his grin…